Human beings are destroying the seed of wildness in themselves that gives life it’s rasa – it’s special taste. In a rush to destroy ecosystems and diversity, humans happily rush to an Armageddon of blandness.
The yogi feels a part of the world and all of creation. For the yogi the definition of wild is free, creative, robust, and meditative, in community with all of nature. This feeling is part of our original state that is corrupted by a culture that sees the world as exploitable.
~ David Life, Jivamukti Yoga
This is an excellent inquiry, the question of being wild within the constraints of a world that is so focused on success through the attainment of things which are not necessary for our happiness and well being. In a time of change, during the fall, when we can turn a inwards because of less daylight, it may be an excellent time to re-adjust and consider how to keep the wildness of life.
A poem shared in the focus of the month: wildness helps inspire this wildness inquiry.
Who made the world?
Who made the swan and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean — the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down —
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver, House of LightBeacon Press Boston, 1990